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Topic: Who's the brat now, hmmmm.....Dallas? (Read 2550 times)

OK, who's playing the brat now, hee, hee, smiling..... ;) :) :) I see my title has changed again slightly. For those of you that may wonder about what I am talking about.....we kid around alot on our forum.....lots of joshing and playing, this is indeed the place where you will make new friends, and establish some very wonderful internet relationships. One of our Moderators (I wonder who, hee, hee), playfully has given some of our members titles that go along with their avitars (is that the correct definition). It is a fun thing, and really has no seriousness to it, just some playtime stuff that we do here on our forum. So.....who's the brat that changed my "title" (remember, that is just a fun thing) again? :lol: :lol: :lol: Have the most wonderful and awesome day, Cindi

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Aha!!! Oh my forum pals, you all make me wanna laugh, and you all always bring that great smile to my face, hee, hee, I am a lucky woman. I am sure JP is indeed collusion with this thing, hee, hee!!! He is teasing me about the size of the rock pile that I have been gathering for years, which reminds me, soon, I must do a little bragging and show the before and after pictures of my great rock pile, which is the biggest attention thing on our property. So many people have asked who is burried under there :evil: :roll: 8-) ;) :) :) :)

Oh yes John, I read you New House Post, and it was a wonderful description, took me right into your home, gazing at the beauty and all the work that you have done, thank you so much for sharing that with all of us, dear friend.

So....the list is narrowing, I think the only one left now that could be the bratty culprits are Robo and Dallas, both getting their kicks.... :lol: :lol: :lol: Have that most wonderful day, we have a great life to live and love. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

He is teasing me about the size of the rock pile that I have been gathering for years, which reminds me, soon, I must do a little bragging and show the before and after pictures of my great rock pile, which is the biggest attention thing on our property. So many people have asked who is burried under there :evil: :roll: 8-) ;) :) :) :)

Knew a family once that for 2 generations would pickup rocks on their farm and put them in a pile along side the house. The 3rd generation built a mansion out of those rocks when the old house burned down.

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Life is a school. What have you learned? :brian: The greatest danger to our society is apathy, vote in every election!

Ha!!! Mystery solved, I shoulda known it was you Dallas, Annette, you are too sweet, just like JP said. Brats on the barbeque, would they fit, hee, hee....beautiful, most wonderful day, lovin' life. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service